[horsy1050]

Taken by Spockylass

Gender: Stallion
Hight: 15.1hh
Breed: Paint horse

[Redbird]

Waking the Demon received his name for a very good reason. He was admired from afar by many of the ranchers in the area for his beautiful color and muscular body. But the stallion refused to be captured. He evaded many attempts with great agility and incredible intelligence, often climbing up steep cliffs where the ranchers' horses, weighed down with their saddles and rider, could not get.

However, on the humid day of August 22, he was outsmarted. Ted Archer, a nearby rancher, had one daughter, Jessica. August 22 was her birthday, she was turning fifteen. Although she was lucky to live on a ranch, where she could ride any horse out in the paddocks, she wanted her own. And had wanted her own for nine years. She, like every other person living near him, admired the pinto stallion from afar. And she, like everyone else, wanted him as her own. But she didn't want him for a rodeo or cutting horse. She wanted a horse... to train as her own. She wanted a friend that would stand with her through anything. And that kind of bond had to start with the first steps of training. A wild-caught horse was the way to go for her. And her dad knew that.

He rode out on his sooty buckskin gelding, Chance, early that morning; so he could surprise his daughter with the horse she always wanted. Fingers of dawn's early light slowly crept from behind the trees, reminding Ted of the few hours he had left before his daughter would be waking. With a curse at the sky, he urged his gelding into a canter, and Chance's dark mane whipped in the wind as he picked up a steady, but quick stride.

It seemed like they were cantering for an hour before they clambered down a hill into a valley... and saw the stallion standing right before them. He had heard Chance's hoofbeats long before Ted saw him. The pinto's nostrils flared, his head up, as he gazed at the rider and horse duo. Ted had attempted to capture this horse before, and was well aware that if he made any move to get closer, the stallion would bolt. Quickly considering the few options he had in his head, he pulled his lasso off the horn of his saddle quietly, so the stallion wouldn't run off.

Quick as a rattlesnake's bite, he flung the open end of the rope at the gorgeous paint's head, and before the stallion realized what was happening, he was captured. Rearing, his black knotted mane flew up, and the stallion beat the air with his forelegs. His nostrils flared crimson, now, and his eyes rolled back in his head, until they were whiter than a bleached tablecloth. Hooves landing on the hard-packed clay, he made an attempt to bolt, but Chance stood his ground, and with a rope around his neck, all the wild paint achieved was nearly choking himself. He struggled against the rope he so despised, his hooves striking out anywhere in a blind fear, as his splattered coat began to shine with sweat.

"You really are waking the demon, aren't you?" Ted muttered under his breath as the struggle to bring the defiant stallion home began.

[momotarou]

The surounded me I laughed. Was this the huge thret mama told me about? I turned around. I fre once again and I ran for a bit. They came after me! *laughs* They'er horses were so slow! Those fat men couldn't get me! My name is still wild stallion! "Wild stallion!" called a girl. The only reson. I here is because of her. She was just about to fall of the canyon! I got her took her back to the mini felid. She shut the door behind me! All the men cheered and danced and laughed. "So why don't you jumo the fence?" Said the little ponyoutside. Hay I didn't sasy I didn't love my little girl. She hoped on his back and he ran and ran and jumped over the fence smoothiely "Eat that!" he nighed

[kittykat3115]

I pulled against the thing that had been put round my head, feeling the material cutting into my skin. But I did not care for the pain. I wanted to get away, and if that meant pain then I would take it. I called out in anger to my herd, telling them to get away, gallop for their life. My eyes rolled in my heads in fear as the men tried to restrain me back. I kicked out like a wild beast, trying to hurt them. My hoof hit something hard, and turning round I saw I had kicked one of the men in the chest. Still, it was not enough to let them set me free. Sweat was not begging to form all over my body. "Should I give up and just let them take me?" I thought to myself. I began to kick out again, still not sure if I should give up. But then my mind began to go dark, and my hearing began to get muffled. I let out a last call to my herd, and then I slipped into unconsciousness.

That was quite short.
I would have gone on for ages if I had not tried to limit myself.

[Spockylass]

I'll have a go! ^_^

Crowheart took in a deep breath, smelling the crisp mountain air. His pelt was thick with a fluffy winter coat, and he didn't feel the cold that turned his breath to smoke. He felt the hunger though. With a snort, he pawned the frosty snow at his feet, hoping to find edible grass. It was all dead. There were buffalo nearby, using their huge heads to knock piles of snow out of the way. The stallion didn't have a head like theirs. He envied them, and was angry as he saw them approach. They would eat all of the grass around him, but he was too small to do anything about it. He was also alone. His father had kicked Crowheart out of the herd once he was old enough, and now it was up to himself to survive the winter alone.
A thought struck him... perhaps he could follow in the bison's wake and take whatever their clumsy mouths left behind. He jerked his head back to knock the mane out of his face and trotted up behind one. It was smaller than the others... but it was full grown. Crowheart was intrigued by it. Normally he could tell the gender of a beast by it's scent... but all he could smell on this one was that of dirt and fur, and a strange scent he couldn't quite identify. Suddenly, the creature morphed into something else, shedding it's pelt and screaming.
He reared, shrieking in panic, and tried to gallop away. But another bison had transformed behind him. He jarred to a stop, and then froze in panic as he heard harsh screams, "AYAYAYAYAYA!", thundering out of the nearby forest, strange creatures on the backs of horses charged at him. The bison were galloping away in terror, and the Creatures were chasing after the lumbering giants. But all Crowheart saw was them heading right towards him. The horse panicked and tried to trample over the closest creature, but he was rammed by another horse before he could escape. The impact forced him onto the ground, twisting his hind leg in a painful way. The other horse trampled over him, not even bothering to watch it's steps. The heavy hooves pounded on his leg and caused it to let out a sickening crack. His neighs of rage and pain were drowned by the cries of the Creatures as they ignored him and chased the buffalo. The horse that had charged him had picked up the second, ground Creature and carried it away.
Crowheart was left in the freezing snow, fighting to stand back up. The pain in his leg was so intense, he could barely stand, let alone put pressure on it. Walking was too painful. He snorted in fear, watching the bison run from the strange Creatures. His ears pricked forward as he caught a strange crunching sound... then shot back in terror as anothor one of the beasts appeared, a little smaller than the others. It walked towards him, then stopped and stared at him. Crowheart couldn't move without falling again. It began cooing and holding out it's hand, slowly stepping towards him. "Steady now... easy boy..." Anger crept into it's voice, "What was Bearclaw thinking? He shouldn't have hurt you that way." The horse understood only the emotion, but not the words. He grunted warningly. "Steady boy... steady.", the strange calmness was back. Crowheart watched them, his ears pinned back as they pulled out a small, vine-like object. They strung it around their fingers and threw it at him. He flinched, but when Crowheart tried to escape the vine he fell, and it landed around his neck anyways. He kicked out with his good feet angrily, but the vine grew tight and he could do nothing against it. "You're alright.", the Creature was right above him, but the pain made Crowheart's vision fuzzy, and he couldn't think straight. "You'll be alright." He flinched as the Creature stroked him, and tried to bite. "AYA!", they snapped, holding the rope tighter. Crowheart snorted, but he felt tired, and didn't want to fight when he knew it was hopeless. They stroked him again, but this time, he did nothing more than tense. "Stand up.", said the Creature, pulling him. Crowheart jerked, he didn't want to get up, it was pointless. But they kept pulling at him, and whatever remained of his willpower forced him to his legs. They cooed and rubbed their hands across his pelt, "That's right... you're mine. But don't tell Bearclaw... I'm supposed to be too young to follow the hunting party, especially in this weather. but I'll take care of you now, stallion."
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Just wrote things down that came to mind... not sure it makes as much sense in writing as it does in my head. xD

[RatherBeRiding2011]

I'm not very good at stories, but I'll try anyway.

I was lost. The heat was making my coat drip with sticky, smelly sweat. I dragged my feet across the hot sands; my mind away somewhere else, but I could still feel it when my legs buckled underneath me and I could go no further. I coughed out some sand that had been rubbing y throat sore, and tried to get up. Nothing. I heaved and pulled up my upper body with every last ounce of my strength, but it was no use. My legs were lifeless, limp and floppy - just as a newborn foal's are before they have their first drink of mother's milk. I needed a drink of water, I could feel myelf drifting away into a deep sleep. Who knew if I'd wake up?

"Neigh!" I heard a familiar sound a short distance away, the whinny of a friend. I did not know them, but if they were here to help then I couldn't argue. I snapped open my eyes. Was this heaven? Or was I really still alive? I was alive, but only just. After my long snooze my legs had regained some of their initial strength, so I pushed myself up, swaying slightly, until I had firmly fixed my eyes on the horse who had called out to me. A Bay mare, looking for company. I decided to follow her - what did I have to lose? But little did I know, when I cantered on after her, I had a lot to lose.

Finally the Mare stopped and turned to look at me with a pitiful look in her eye, a sort of 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to' look. At first, I had no idea what she meant. But then the me came, a rope was tightened around my neck, my legs were fastened together. I tripped, they dragged me along the sandy ground until the pain finally kicked in and, once more, I fell unconscious.

I know what she was. She wasn't really wild. She was trained to go out and find weak Mustangs, reassure them and take them back to her 'herd'. Well, I'm never going to give in. They won't have me running after them and tricking my friends. If they ever let me loose, I'll gallop off into the distance, far, far away from anywhere...

I hope you like it! I'm quite pleased with it, seeing as I'm only 11!

[Spockylass]

Edited my form just a little bit, so hopefully it makes a little more sense now. xD

[horsy1050]

Edited my form just a little bit, so hopefully it makes a little more sense now. xD

well yours is the winning entry. The horse is all yours. I'll go make a note now. Have fun with him.

[Spockylass]

Edited my form just a little bit, so hopefully it makes a little more sense now. xD

well yours is the winning entry. The horse is all yours. I'll go make a note now. Have fun with him.

Oh! Thank you SO much Horsy! He will be loved! 8D